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THE  SECOND  PRESBYTERIAN  CHURCH 
PHILADELPHIA 


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NATIONAL  HYMNS 

Supplemental  to  those  in  the 
Revised  Hymnal 


THE  SECOND  PRESBYTERIAN  CHURCH 
PHILADELPHIA 


A  LMIGHTY  GOD,  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords, 
-^^  from  whom  proceed  all  power  and  dominion  in  heaven 
and  earth;  Most  heartily  we  beseech  Thee  to  look  wdth 
favour  upon  Thy  servants,  the  President  of  the  United  States, 
the  Governor  of  this  State,  and  all  others  in  authority.  Imbue 
them  with  the  spirit  of  wisdom,  goodness,  and  truth ;  and 
so  rule  their  hearts,  and  bless  their  endeavours,  that  law  and 
order,  justice  and  peace,  may  everywhere  prevail.  Preserve 
us  from  public  calamities ;  from  pestilence  and  famine ;  from 
conspiracy  and  rebellion;  but  especially  from  national  sins 
and  corruption.  Make  us  strong  and  great  in  the  fear  of 
God,  and  in  the  love  of  righteousness ;  so  that,  being  blessed 
of  Thee,  we  may  become  a  blessing  to  all  nations,  to  the  praise 
of  the  glory  of  Thy  grace;  through  Jesus  Christ.     Amen. 

T  ORD  God  Almighty,  defend  our  land,  we  beseech  Thee, 
^-^  from  the  secret  pow-er  and  the  open  shame  of  great 
national  sins.  From  all  dishonesty  and  civic  corruption ; 
from  all  vainglory  and  selfish  luxury;  from  all  cruelty  and 
the  spirit  of  violence;  from  covetousness  which  is  idolatry; 
from  impurity  which  defiles  the  temple  of  the  Holy  Spirit; 
and  from  intemperance,  which  is  the  mother  of  many  crimes 
and  sorrows ;  good  Lord,  deliver  and  save  us,  and  our  chil- 
dren, and  our  children's  children,  in  the  land  which  Thou 
hast  blessed  with  the  light  of  pure  religion ;  through  Jesus 
Christ  our  only  Saviour  and  King.     Amen. 

O  ALMIGHTY  God,  supreme  Ruler  and  Governor  of  all 
things,  who  art  a  strong  tower  of  defense  to  them  that 
fear  Thee,  and  whose  power  no  creature  is  able  to  resist; 
Unto  Thee  do  we  cry  in  the  hour  of  our  country's  need. 
To  Thee  it  belongeth  justly  to  punish  sinners  and  to  be 
merciful  to  those  who  repent.  Save  and  deliver  us,  we 
humbly  beseech  Thee,  from  the  hands  of  our  enemies ;  abate 
their  pride,  assuage  their  malice,  and  confound  their  devices ; 
that  we,  being  armed  with  Thy  defense,  may  be  preserved 
evermore  from  all  perils,  to  glorify  Thee,  who  art  the  only 
Giver  of  all  victory;  through  the  merits  of  Thy  Son,  Jesus 
Christ  our  Lord.     Amen. 

From  the  Presbyterian  Book  of  Common  Worship. 

2 


1 


r\  SAY,  can  you  see,  by  the  dawn's  early  light, 
^-^   What  so  proudly  we  hailed  at  the  twilight's  last 

gleaming, 
Whose  broad  stripes  and  bright  stars,  through  the 

perilous  fight, 
O'er  the  ramparts  w^e  watched  w^ere  so  gallantly 

streaming? 
And  the  rocket's  red  glare,  the  bomb  bursting  in  air, 
Gave  proof  through  the  night  that  our  flag  was 

still  there. 
O  say,  does  that  Star-spangled  Banner  yet  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave? 

2  On   the    shore,  dimly   seen    through   the    mists    of 

the  deep, 
Where  the  foe's  haughty  host  in  dread  silence 

reposes. 
What  is  that  which  the  breeze,  o'er  the  tow^ering 

steep. 
As  it  fitfully  blow^s,  half  conceals,  half  discloses? 
Now  it  catches  the  gleam  of  the   morning's  first 

beam, 
In  full  glor}^  reflected,  now  shines  in  the  stream! 
'Tis  the  Star-spangled  Banner:  O  long  may  it  w^ave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 

3  O  thus  be  it  ever  when  freemen  shall  stand 

Between     their     loved     homes     and     the     w^ar's 
desolation; 
Blest    with    vict'ry    and    peace,  may    the  heaven- 
rescued  land 
Praise  the  Powder  that  hath  made  and  preserved 
us  a  nation. 
Then  conquer  we  must,  when  our  cause  it  is  just, 
And  this  be  our  motto:  ''In  God  is  our  trust!" 
And  the  Star-spangled  Banner  in  triumph  shall  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 

Francis  Scott  Key. 
3 


Tune,    Webb 
353,   Revised    Hymnal 


T   ET  freemen's  hearts  grow  bolder; 

Let  freedom's  banner  fly 
Where  God's  four  winds  unfold  her 

To  God's  uncharted  sky. 
His  Word  and  not  another's 

Is  pledged  to  Hberty; 
His  hand  hath  made  men  brothers, 

His  truth  shall  make  men  free. 

When  freedom's  flag  is  flying 

In  lands  across  the  sea, 
On  Thee  we  are  relying, 

Great  God,  we  count  on  Thee! 
For  right  is  right  forever, 

Though  men  have  crowned  the  wrong, 
And  truth  shall  perish  never — 

Great  God,  how  long?  how  long? 

When  our  brave  lads  are  dying 

In  lands  across  the  sea. 
On  Thee  we  are  relying. 

Great  God,  they  die  for  Thee: 
And  if  we  lay  them  sleeping 

In  lands  beyond  the  sea, 
God  have  them  in  Thy  keeping — 

We  leave  them  there  with  Thee. 


Louis  F.  Benson, 
December  g,  19 17. 


\/f  INE  eyes  have  seen  the  glory  of  the  coming 

of  the  Lord: 
He  is  trampHng  out  the  vintage  where  the  grapes 

of  wrath  are  stored; 
He  hath  loosed  the  fateful  lightning  of  His  terrible 
swift  sword: 
His  truth  is  marching  on. 

2  I  have  seen  Him  in  the  watch  fires  of  a  hundred 

circling  camps; 
They  have  builded  Him  an  altar  in  the  evening 

dews  and  damps; 
I  can  read  His  righteous  sentence  by  the  dim  and 

flaring  lamps: 
His  day  is  marching  on. 

3  He  has  sounded  forth  the  trumpet  that  shall  never 

call  retreat; 
He  is  sifting  out  the  hearts    of    men    before    His 

judgment  seat; 
O!  be  swift,  my  soul,  to  answer  Him!  be  jubilant, 

my  feet! 
Our  God  is  marching  on. 

4  In  the  beauty  of  the  lilies  Christ  was  born  across 

the  sea^, 
With  a  glory  in  His  bosom  that  transfigures  you 

and  me; 
As  He  died  to  make  men  holy,  let  us  die  to  make 
men  free, 
While  God  is  marching  on. 

Julia  Ward  Howe. 


Tune,  Mat  emu 
633,  Revised  Hymnal 

r\  BEAUTIFUL  for  spacious  skies, 
^-^      For  amber  waves  of  grain, 
For  purple  mountain  majesties 

Above  the  fruited  plain! 
America!  x^merica! 

God  shed  His  grace  on  thee, 
And  crown  thy  good  with  brotherhood, 

From  sea  to  shining  sea! 

O  beautiful  for  pilgrim  feet. 

Whose  stern,  impassioned  stress 
A  thoroughfare  for  freedom  beat 

Across  the  wilderness! 
America!  America! 

God  mend  thine  every  flaw, 
Confirm  thy  soul  in  self-control. 

Thy  liberty  in  law! 

O  beautiful  for  heroes  proved 

In  liberating  strife. 
Who  more  than  self  their  country  loved. 

And  mercy  more  than  life! 
America!  America! 

May  God  thy  gold  refine 
Till  all  success  be  nobleness 

And  every  gain  divine! 

O  beautiful  for  patriot  dream 
That  sees  beyond  the  years 
Thine  alabaster  cities  gleam 
Undirnmed  by  human  tears! 

America!  America! 
God  shed  His  grace  on  thee 
And  crown  thy  good  with  brotherhood 
From  sea  to  shining  sea! 

Katharine  Lee  Bates. 


'  Tune,  Materna,  633,  or  All  Saints  New, 

\  363,   Revised   Hymnal 

r\    LORD,  our  God,  Thy  mighty  hand 
^-^      Hath  made  our  country  free; 
From  all  her  broad  and  happy  land 

May  worship  rise  to  Thee. 
Fulfill  the  promise  of  her  youth, 

Her  liberty  defend; 
By  law  and  order,  love  and  truth, 

America  befriend! 

The  strength  of  every  State  increase 

In  Union's  golden  chain; 
Her  thousand  cities  fill  with  peace, 

Her  million  fields  with  grain; 
The  virtues  of  her  mingled  blood 

In  one  new  people  blend; 
By  unity  and  brotherhood, 

America  befriend! 

O  suffer  not  her  feet  to  stray. 

But  guide  her  untaught  might, 
That  she  may  walk  in  peaceful  day, 

And  lead  the  world  in  light. 
Bring  down  the  proud,  lift  up  the  poor. 

Unequal  ways  amend; 
By  justice,  nation-wide  and  sure, 

America  befriend! 

Through  all  the  waiting  land  proclaim 

Thy  gospel  of  good-will; 
And  may  the  joy  of  Jesus'  Name 

In  every  bosom  thrill. 
O'er  hill  and  vale,  from  sea  to  sea. 

Thy  holy  reign  extend; 
By  faith  and  hope  and  charity, 

America  befriend! 

Henry  van  Dyke. 


Tune,  Dort,  666,  or  Trinity,  6i 
^  Revised  Hymnal 

r^  OD  bless  our  splendid  men 
^^     While  they  the  right  defend, 

God  bless  our  men. 
Make  them  all  brave  and  true, 
Faith   in  Thyself  renew, 
Teach  them  the  best  to  do — 

God  bless  our  men. 

God  keep   our  valiant  men 
From  all  the  stain  of  sin, 

God  keep  our  men. 
When  Satan  would  allure, 
When  tempted,  keep  them  pure; 
Be  their  protection  sure — 

God  keep  our  men. 

God  lead  our  glorious  men 
Against  the  hosts  of  sin, 

God  lead  our  men. 
Do  Thou  the  victory  send;, 
And,  with  the  battle's  end. 
Triumphant  peace   extend — 

God  lead  our  men. 

God  save  our  noble  men. 
Send  them  safe  home  again, 

God  save  our  men. 
To  Thee  the  praise  belongs 
For  righting  all  our  wTongs; 
To  Thee  we  lift  our  songs — 

God  save  our  men. 

/.   Wilbur  Chupman. 


r  Tune,  Melita 

2/0,    Revised    Hymnal 

T    ORD  God  of  hosts,  whose  mighty  hand 
^^      Dominion  holds  on  sea  and  land 
In  peace  and  war  Thy  will  we  see 
Shaping  the  larger  liberty. 
Nations  may  rise  and  nations  fall, 
Thy  changeless  purpose  rules  them  all. 

When  death  flies  swift  on  wave  and  field, 
Be  Thou  a  sure  defense  and  shield! 
Console  and  succor  those  who  fall, 
And  keep  and  hearten  each  and  all! 
O  hear  a  people's  prayers  for  those 
Who  fearless  face  their  country's  foes! 

For  those  who  weak  and  broken  lie, 
In  weariness  and  agony, 
Great  Healer,  to  their  beds  of  pain 
Come,  touch,  and  make  them  whole  again! 
O  hear  a  people's  prayers,  and  bless 
Thy  servants  in  their  hour  of  stress! 

For  those  to  whom  the  call  shall  come 
We  pray  Thy  tender  welcome  home; 
The  toil,  the  bitterness,  all  past. 
We  trust  them  to  Thy  love  at  last. 
O  hear  a  people's  prayers  for  all 
Who,  nobly  striving,  nobly  fall. 

For  those  who  minister  and  heal. 
And  spend  themselves,  their  skill,  their  zeal. 
Renew  their  hearts  with  Christlike  faith. 
And  guard  them  from  disease  and  death, 
And  in  Thine  own  good  time.  Lord,  send 
Thy  peace  on  earth  till  time  shall  end. 

John   Oxnilium. 


8 


Tune,  Mercy 
282,    Revised    Hymnal 


T^  OR  the  passings  souls  we  pray, 

^       Saviour,  meet  them  on  their  way: 

Let  their  trust  lay  hold  on  Thee 

Ere  they  touch   Eternity. 

2  Holy  counsels  long  forgot 
Breathe  again  'mid  shell  and  shot: 
Through  the  mist  of  life's  last  pain 
None  shall  look  to  Thee  in  vain. 

3  To  the  hearts  that  know  Thee,  Lord, 
Thou  wilt  speak  through  flood  or  sword: 
Just  beyond  the  cannons'  roar, 

Thou  art  on  that  further  Shore. 

4  For  the  passing  souls  we  pray; 
Saviour,  meet  them  on  their  way; 
Thou  wilt  hear  our  yearning  call. 
Who  hast  loved  and  died  for  all. 

C.  C. 


10 


Tune,  St.  Anne 
117,    Revised    Hymnal 


r\   GOD,  the  strength  of  those  who  war, 
^^     The  hope  of  those  who  wait, 
Be  with  our  sons  gone  forth  to  fight, 
And  those  who  keep  the  gate. 

2  Give  to  our  hosts  in  battle's  hour 

Firm  hearts  and  courage  high. 
Thy  comfort  give  to  those  who  fall, 
Thy  peace  to  those  who  die. 

3  Breathe  on  our  land  the  spirit  calm 

Which  faith  in  right  bestows. 

And  in  the  hours  of  dark  suspense 

A  faith  which  stronger  grows. 

4  In  Thee  alone  we  place  our  hope, 

Thou   Keeper  of  the  just, 
And  Thou,  through  fight  and  fire  and  fears 
Will'  justify  our  trust. 

5  Thy  ways  are  wonderful,  O  God, 

Who  makest  wars  to  cease, 
O  let  this  be  the  final  war 
That  ushers  in  Thy  peace. 


II 


10 


Tune,  Melita 
2/0,    Revised    Hymnal 


gAIL  on,  sail  on,  O  Ship  of  State! 

Sail  on,  O  Union,  strong  and  great! 
Humanity  with   all  its   fears, 
With  all  the  hopes  of  future  years, 
Is  hanging  breathless  on  thy  fate, 
Is  hanging  breathless  on  thy  fate. 

We  know  what  Master  laid  thy  keel, 
What  Workmen  wrought  thy  ribs  of  steel, 
Who  made  each  mast  and  sail  and  rope. 
What  anvils  rang,  what  hammers  beat. 
In  what  a  forge  and  what  a  heat 
Were  shaped  the  anchors  of  thy  hope. 

In  spite  of  rock  and  tempest's  roar, 

In  spite  of  false  lights  on  the  shore. 

Sail  on,  nor  fear  to  breast  the  sea! 

Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  our  prayers,  our  tears, 

Our  faith  triumphant  o'er  our  fears, 

Are  all  with  thee,  are  all  with  thee. 


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11  Tune,  Stephanos,  436,  or  St.  Helen's,  765 

1  Revised  Hymnal 

pj  OLY  Father,  in  Thy  mercy, 

Hear  our  anxious  prayer; 
Keep  our  loved  ones,  now  far  absent, 
'Neath  Thy  care. 

2  Jesus,  Saviour,  let  Thy  presence 

Be  their  light  and  guide; 
Keep,  O  keep  them,  in  their  weakness. 
At  Thy  side. 

3  When  in  sorrow,  when  in  danger, 

When  in  loneliness, 
In  Thy  love  look  down  and  comfort 
Their  distress. 

4  May  the  joy  of  Thy  salvation 

Be  their  strength  and  stay; 
May  they  love  and  may  they  praise  Thee 
Day  by  day. 

5  Holy  Spirit,  let  Thy  teaching 

Sanctify  their  life; 
Send  Thy  grace  that  they  may  conquer 
In  the  strife. 

6  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit, 

God  the  One  in  Three, 
Bless  them,  guide  them,  save  them,  keep  them. 
Near  to  Thee. 

Isabella  S.  Stephenson. 


13 


12 


Tune,  Rutherford 
629,    Revised    Hymnal 

(This  familiar  hymn,  suitable  for  use  at  any  time,  is  added  in 
a  version  slightly  different  from  that  in  our  hymn  book.) 

'Ti^HE  sands  of  time  are  sinking; 

■*-       The  dawn  of  heaven  breaks; 

The  summer  morn  Tve  sighed  for, 

The  fair,  sweet  morn,  awakes. 
Dark,  dark  hath  been  the  midnight, 

But  dayspring  is  at  hand. 
And  glory,  glory  dwelleth 

In  Immanuel's  land. 

2  O  Christ!  He  is  the  fountain, 

The  deep,  sw^eet  well  of  love; 
The  streams  on  earth  I've  tasted, 

More  deep  Til  drink  above; 
There  to  an  ocean  fulness 

His  mercy  doth  expand, 
And  glory,  glory  dwxlleth 

In  Immanuel's  land. 

3  With  mercy  and  with  judgment 

My  web  of  time  He  wove, 
And  aye  the  dews  of  sorrow 

Were  lustred  by  His  love; 
I'll  bless  the  hand  that  guided, 

I'll  bless  the  heart  that  planned, 
When  throned  where  glory  dw^elleth 

In  Immanuel's  land. 

4  I've  wrestled  on  towards  heaven 

'Gainst  storm  and  wind  and  tide; 
Now,  like  a  Vs^eary  traveler 

That  leaneth  on  his  guide, 
Amid  the  shades  of  evening, 

While  sinks  life's  lingering  sand, 
I  hail  the  glory  dawming 
In  Immanuel's  land. 

Anne  R.   Cousin. 
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THE  VOW  OF  ALLEGIANCE 

T  PLEDGE  allegiance  to  my  flag; 
and  to  the  Republic  for  which  it 
stands:  one  Nation,  indivisible, with 
liberty  and  justice  for  ail. 


